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brynna Dec 2020
like mist in summers air
i can only so slightly detect
how you feel
what you think
the rest is caught in the wind of the world
brynna Dec 2020
i can't find the hope

but whenever you hold me

you make me believe
brynna Dec 2020
can you trace my skin

like you skim the morning rain?
brynna Dec 2020
does the timer of life know...

that i am trying to hack it?
brynna Dec 2020
the prophecy i made for myself all those years ago has not yet prevailed

my own maze of a mind the culprit keeping it from setting sail

my eyes sting and are almost as empty as the hole in my heart

the pit of what used to be childhood innocence has turned into a mirrorless counterpart

each path seems to lead to everything but the love and success that was promised

where i lay unmoving is an uncomfortable reflection of my life that is a novice

my skin is almost as scarred as my view of life on earth

each battering glance another slash that has permanently imprinted on my worth

every tear that falls seems to soak my soul with some sort of feel

when night falls my blurred vision spins the death wheel

if only i could count the number of fingerprints on my noose

but i turn a blind eye as the devil and i have seemed to have made a truce  

when the moon falls my skin goes numb with spiders crawling through my veins

circling around each thought that my mess of a mind contains

i've accepted my lips will stay cold and loveless as my time on land decreases

no one cares to mess with the remains of such broken pieces

the whispers flow into my ears and do nothing but wrap and compress my nerves

maybe in the next life, someone will hold me tight and trace all of my curves

but here every breath means another day in which rejection compresses my soul

so maybe i should begin my long list of regrets on a tear-stained scroll
wrote this one while i was being hospitalized :) fun times
brynna Dec 2020
the curve of your lips

with the shiver of your touch

make me wish you cared
brynna Dec 2020
running from the vines

her feet are failing her

tripping over every root

dewy leaves dropping water on her cheeks

blending with salty tears

the ground pulls her under

forcing her figure down with the depths of the earth
old :)
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